.. That feels so good," Pauline nodded, closing her eyes as she felt the tips of his fingers along her supple spine. "I like it when you touch me that...way." Y-You do?" Robert cleared his throat.Careful, not too fast, Pauline told herself. Mustn't rush the man. But she was getting excited herself and Pauline's impatience invariable won out in such circumstances. Her body positively tingled and she couldn't help but remember the front row view of Robert's healthy cock driving into his no-good. The motel clerk had picked Desmond Huntley out of a photo array."And I want the photos you used," I added."I'm not sure we kept them," Jane admitted."Then you'll need a lineup before I even let you bring in an eyewitness," I said."Oh, come on," Jane said. "He'll make his ID in the courtroom. That's the way it always works." Not with me," I countered. "You are going to have to prove to me that your witness is credible. He might have ID'ed my client but it was fraudulent. Desmond Huntley was not. "He and I talked about how you and I always played together and how you like to watch". he said he doesn't have a problem with me setting up a web cam as long as it doesn't get recorded". "Nice" I said. "It'll be fun to watch". A week later, the two of them checked into a hotel about 50 miles from where we live. I turned on our home pc and coordinated it with the laptop webcam my wife had set up in the room. She called me on her cell phone and put it on speaker so I could hear as well as see. Her thighs, though as strong as a python, were soft and shiny in the dark light of thecorridor, just outside of his masters room."G-get... off..." He said through heavy breathing. The bodyguard tried summoning fire to hisfingers but only sparks were seen.She tapped his nose with a clawed finger and giggled girlishly. The assassins snake like eyesheld his gaze, dominantly pulling him further into submission. "But why, my little victim? Aren'tmy thighs so soft to the touch? So creamy and.